"More than a hundred catties of rice? We can eat them for a long, long time," Xiaobao said dazedly. The image of over a hundred catties of rice appeared in his mind, but he could not quite visualize it in his little head, so he made it up.
Qi Qingyao rubbed her chin calmly. "Two taels of silver seem pretty useful. Let's sell the remaining meat at the market tomorrow then. We're sure to earn a lot of money for it."
The three toddlers looked at Qi Qingyao's extreme composure and felt confused.
Dabao asked, "Aren't you excited, Mommy?"